what the heck am i s'posed to do at 4:30 a.m.?
novelization of my prior days monologues at work?
that's not it.
i'm supposed to make cookies.
don't be dumb.
cookies are dope.
everybody knows that.
...they're always dope, always invited, always ready to get busy-
and fully-loaded cookies are super-expert.
that's a fact.
i don't play around when it comes to treats,
even when i'm just reppin' a straightforward cookie sitch.
y'gotta load 'em up,
and that's just what i did at early-as-heck-o'clock.
real maple syrup!!
a good cookie is a good way to start a day off.
i ate too many,
and the daylong sweet-toothed sugartrip i soared in on
kept the clients entertained, i think;
and the mood light, i hope;
and the spirit of gratitude and generosity abundant, for sure.
everybody got a cookie,
and everybody was better off for it.
i did that.
you wanna make some of these?
1 stick of vegan butts
3 T vegan creamchee'
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup unsweetened flake coconut
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp maple extract
1/2 almond extract
^^^^^mash all that up into a creamy mess,
6oz unsweetened applesauce,
1/2 cup maple syrup
2 1/3 cups a.p. flour
1 tsp ea b'soda and kapowder
1/2 pkg chocolate chips (i still prefer the minis)
1+ cup chopped pecans.
cookies cook at 375F.
mine hung out for almost 15 minutes in my oven,
but i'd still probably check yours at around 13 just in case.
well, yeah, man-
a pecan half on top looks super sexxxy.
you now the woodsly goodlsy style, don'tcha?
we sexxx it up,
because too much is the right amount.
i don't know if you're making any of this stuff;
if you ARE,
i hope it's as rad for you as it is for me.
i love food, and i really love treats,
and i'd like to think i had a little early-onset aptitude for both...
but that has since become a fully-blossoming obsessive focal point
for my mornings and my nights and my days in-between.
we HAVE to eat.
there's no good reason we have to eat ugly.
am i pretty on the inside?
who can say?
i can't see in there,
but if these cookies could create beauty anywhere,
i presume it's deep within my midsection.
i have nice guts,
even though most folks i meet seem to sort of hate them.
those guys are just missing out on cookies,
because i don't share the good-good OR that new-new
with any of those weak-sauce waterbabies who can't hang out.
if i'm up, i'm at 'em,
if you're not, you're missing out.
this is how we doo-doo that sh!t in my world,
you're welcome to join me,
but, let's be real-
if you were really all about that life,
you'd already be here.
no big deal, buddy-
the reports will continue on as i do my dirt all by my lonely-
it's all really happening,
and that's the best it's likely to get;
never quiet, never soft.....